with you.

ful rest,

Aminta. Oh, that wave will devour me! Tell how I honour you! You know, dear lady, Master. Carry her down, captain,

Since you were mine, how truly I have lov'd Or, by these hands, I'll give no more direction, you, Let the ship sink or swim! We ha' ne'er bet- How sanctimoniously observ'd your honour: ter luck

(with us,

Not one lascivious word, not one touch, lady, When we've such stowage as these trinkets No, not a hope that might not render me These sweet sin-breeders: how can Ileaven The unpolluted servant of your chastity: sinile on us,

For you I put to sea, to seek your brothers, When such a burden of iniquity.

(Your captain, yet your slave) that his redempLies tumbling, like a potion, in our ship’s tion, belly?

[Erit. If he be living where the sun has circuit, Tib. Away with her! and, if she have a May expiate your rigour, and my rashness. praver

fly, Åminta. The storm grows greater; what That's fit for such an hour, let her say't quick

shall we do? And seriously!

[Erit. Alb. Let's in, Alb. Come; I see it clear, lady;

And ask Heaven's mercy! My strong mind Come in, and take some confort! I'll stay yet presages,

[should I bope? Thro' all these dangers, we shall see a day yet Aminta. Where should I stay? to what end Shall crown your pious hopes, and my fair Am I not circled round with misery?

wishes.

[Erit with Aminta. Confusions in their full heights dwell about me!

(you,
Enter Master, Sailors, Gentlemen, and Boate

suain. Oh, monsieur Albert, how am I bound to curse (If curses could redeem me) how to hate you! Master. It must all overboard. You forc'd me from my quiet, from my friends, Boats. It elears to seaward, Master. Even from their arms that were as dear to me Master. Fling o'er the lading there, and let As day-light is, or comfort to the wretched; us lighten her,

selse!) You forc'd my friends, some from their peace- (All the meat, and the cakes; we are all gone

groans; That we may find her leaks, and hold her up! Some your relentless sword gave their last Yet save some little biscuit for the lady, ('Would I had there been number'd!) and to 'Till we come to th' land! fortune's

[ther Lum. Must my goods over too? Never-satisfied affictions you turn’d my bro- Why, honest Master, here lies all my inoney, And those few friends I'd left, like desperate The money I ha' rak'd by usury, creatures,

[pitics. To bny new lands and lordships in new counTo their own fears and the world's stubborn

tries,

been Oh, merciless!

'Cause I was banish'd from mine own: I ha' Alb. Sweet mistress!

This twenty years a-raising it. Aminta. And whether they are wandring

Tib. Out with it! to aroid you,

l'em-

The devils are got together by the ears, Or whether dead, and no kind earth to cover Who shall ba't; and here they quarrel in the Was this a lover's part? but Heaven has clouds, found you,

Lum, I am undone, sir !

[perish. And in his loudest voice, his voice of thunder, Tib. And be undone; 'tis better than we And in the mutiny of his deep-wonders +, Lum. Oh, save one chest of plate ! He tells you now, you weep too late.

Tib. Away with it justily, sailors ! Alb. Let these tears

It was some pawn that he has got unjustly; + Of his deep wonders.] Deep wonders may he good Englislı, but it is not very intelligible as it is here circumstanced; the addition of a single hyphen makes all clear, deep-wonders.

Sympson. 5 For yon I put to sea, to seek your brother.] This, if it has any meaning, must signity that his sole end of putting to sea was to find out her brother, and yet, act iii. scene 1, Franville says positively, that they were bound

For happy places, and most fertile islands; but that afterwards

She turn’d the captain's mind, &c. This inconsistency might possibly be owing to some over and above complaisant player, who was willing to enhance the value of Albert's service, and make him compliment his inistress, not only at the expence of our poets, but even of truth itself. Sympson.

This assertion here is too positive, and too much pursued, and the circumstance too unimportant to be ascribed to the interpolation of a player. If there is an inconsistency, it is more probably owing to the inadvertency of the authors.

6 Fling o'er the lading, &c.] The giving this and the following four lines to the Master (which was before a continuation of the Boatswain's speech) is recommended by Syınpson.

Down

a

a

Sorrows.

Down with it low enough, and let crabs breed Yet we two living, we could cross her purpose;
Master. Over with the trunks too. (in't! For 'tis iinpossible she should cure us,

We are so excellent in our afilictions :
Enter Albert.

It would be more than glory to her blindness, Alb. Take mine, and spare not.

And stile her power beyond her pride, to Aluster. We must over with all.

quit us. Frun. Will ye tlırow away my lordship that Nicusa. Do they live still? I sold,

(sea with?

Seb. Yes, and make to harbour. Put it into cloaths and necessaries, to go to Nicusa. Most miserable men! I grieve

Tib. Over wit! I love to see a lordship sink: their fortunes. Sir, you left no wood upon't, to buoy it up; Scb. How happy had they been, had the You might ha' sav'd it else.

sea cover'd 'em! tran. I am undone

They leap from one calamity to another; For ever.

Had they been drown'd, they'd ended all their illb. Why, we're all undone : would you Be only happy?

What shouts of joy they make! Lum. Sir, you may lose too.

[Shout within, Tih. Tbou liest! Ilma'nothing but my skin, Nicusu, Alas, poor wretches! And my

cloaths; my sword here, and inyselt; Had they but once experience of this island, Two crowns in my pocket, two pair of cards', They'd turn their tunes to wailings. And three false dice: I can swim like a fish, Seb. Nay, to curses, Rascal; nothing to hinder me.

That ever they set foot on such calamities: Boats. In with her of all hands!

Here is no thing but rocks and barrenness, Master. Come, gentlemen; come, captain; Hunger and cold, to eat; here's no vineyards ye must help all.

To chear the heart of man, no crystal rivers, Nly life now for the land! 'Tis high and rocky, After his labour to refreshi his body, And full of perils.

It he be feeble; nothing to restore bim, Alb. However, let's attempt it!

But heav'nly hopes: Nature, that made those. Master. Then cheer lustily, my hearts ! reinedies,

[tresses, Errunt. Dares not come here, nor look on our disEnter Sebastinin and Nicus.

For fear she turn wild, like the place, and barren.

[what we were! Seh. Yes, 'tis a ship; I see it now; a tall Nicusa. Oh, uncle, yet a little memory of slip!

'Twill be a little comfort in our calamities: She bias wrought lustily for her deliverance. When we were seated in our blessed homes, Heaven's mercy, what a wretched day has How happy in our kindreds, in our families, here been!

(no misery,

In all our fortunes-
Nicusa. To szill and quiet minds that knew Sch. Curse on those French pirates
It may seem wretched; but with us 'tis ordi.

That displanted us! That ilung us from that nary:

terror, happiness Heaven has no storm in store, nor carth no We found there, constrained us to sea, That can seem new to lis.

To save our lives, honours, and our riches, Seb. 'Tis true, Nicusa :

With all we had, our kinsmen and our jewels, If fortune were determind to be wanton, In hope to find some place free trom such And would wipe out the stories of men's mi- robbers!

(where series,

Where a mighty storm sever'd our barks, that 7 Iwo pair of cards.] i. e. Two PACKS of cards, as they are now called. They were formerly called, as here, PAIRS of cards. Thus in • The honorable historie of the Frier Bacon 6 and Frier Bongay, by Roberi Greene, 1630,'· Have you not good tippling bouses there? may

not a man have a lusty fire there, a pot of good ale, a PAIRE of cardes, a swinging piece of chalke, and a brown toast that will clap a white wastcoat on a cup of good drinke?? 6 Here's nothing but rocks and barrenness,

Hunger and cold to eat; here's no vineyards, &c.] Nothing but rocks and barrenness to cat, is intelligible and good language, but surely no poetical license will excuse what follows,

Hunger and cold to eat;
I would read, for meut; i. e. instead of meat, and propose to supply the measure thus,

There's nothing here but rocks and barrenness,

Hunger and cold for mcat; bere are no vineyards, &c. Sewurd, I would read and poirit thus,

Here's nutining here but rocks and barrenness,

Hunger and cold; nothing to eat; no vineyar is-
As I have not alterd the text, the reader may take his choice. Sympson.

We do not understand why meut is better than cut; the sense is the saine; and the rest of the variation is unauthorized.

R.

My

none

a

My wife, my daughter, and iny noble ladies Tib. No great cheer, sir; a piece of soused That went with her, virgins and loving souls, biscuit,

forder, To scape those pirates--

And halt an hard egg; for the sea has ta'en Nicus. They are living yet; such good- Being young and strong, we shall not surfeit, ness canuot perish.

(again. captain. Seb. But never to me, cousin, never to me For mine own part, I'll dance till I am dry: Wlinc bears their fiay-staves?

Come, Surgeon, out with your clyster-pipe, Vicusa. The arms of France sure.

And strike a galliard. (tair weather, Nay, do not start! we cannot be more mi- Alb. What a brave day again! and what serable;

After so foul a storin!
Death is a cordial now, coine when it will. Lam. Ay, an't pleas'd the Master,

Seb. They get to shore apace; they'll fly He might ha' seen this weather, and ha' sav'd
as fast
(which swims there? our goods.

[and healths. When once they find the place. What's that Alb. Never think on 'em! we're our lives

Wicusa. A strong young man, sir, with a Lam. I inust think on’em, and think 'twas hindsome woinan

most maliciously Ilanging about his neck,

Done to undo ine. Sch. That shews some honour :

Frun. And me ton; I lost all: May thy brave charity, wliate'er thou art,

I ha'n't another shirt to put upon me, Be spoken in a place that may renown thee, Nor cloaths, but these poor rays: I had Aud not die bere!

fifteen Nicusa. The boat, it seems, turn'd over, Fair suits, the worst was cut upon tafsaty. So forced to their shifts; yet all are landed. Tib. I am glad you ha’ lost: give me thy They're pirates, on my lite.

hand!

(with scabs Seb. They will not rob us;

Is thy skin whole? Art thou not purlido For will take our misery for riches. No antient monunents of madam Venus ? Come, cousin, let's descend, and try their Th’hast a suit then will pose the cunning'st pities!

tailor, If we get off, a little hope walks with us; That will never turu fashion, nor forsake thee, If not, we shall but load this wretched island "Till thy executors, the worms, uncase thee; With the same shadows still, that must grow They take ott glorious suits, Franville! thou'rt shorter.

[Excunt. happy

Thou art deliver'd of'cm; here are no brokers, Enter Ilbert, Aminta, Tibalt, Morillat, La

No alchymists to turn 'em into metal; muri, Master, Franville, Surgcon,, und

!

Nor leather'd captains, Sailors.

With laddies to adore 'ein! Wilt thou see Tih. Wet come ashore', my mates! we're A dog-lish rise in one of thy brave doublets, sale arriv'il yet.

(man lost:

And twnble like a tub to make thee merry? Master. Thanks to Ileaven's goodness, no Or an old baddoci rise with thy hatchi'd sword The ship rides fair too, and her leaks in good Thon paid'st a bundred crowns for? plight.

[--Hlow does my dear? A mermaid in a mantle of your worship’s ? 1116. The weather's turn d more courteous. Or a dulphin in your double ruff? Alas, how weak she is, and wet!

Frun. Ye're merry;
Aminta. I am glad yet, I scap'd with life: But if I take it thus, if I be foisted
Which certain, noble captain, next to Hea- And jeer'd out of my goods-
ven's goodness,

Lim. Nor I, I vow thee!
I must thank you for; and, which is more, Nor inaster nor mate-I see your cunning.
Acknowledge your dear tenderness, your tirm

dib. Oh, love,

Be not angry, gentleinen! To your unworthy mistress; and recant too Mor. Yes, sir, we've reason : (Indeed I must) those harsh opinions,

And some friends I can make. Those cruel unkind thoughts, 1 heap'd upon

Mast. What I did, gentlemen, you :

Was for the general satety: if ye aim
Further than that, I must forget your injuries, At me, I'm not so tame-
So far I am tied and fetter'd to your service; Tib. Pray tahe my counsel;
Believe me, I will learn to love.

Gallents, light not vill the surgeon be well! dib. I itank

you,
inadam;

He's damnable sea-sick, and may spoil all; And it shall be my practice to serve.

Besides, t'has lost his tiddlestick, and the What cheer, companions?

best 9 Wet come ashore-arrived yet.

Mast. Thanks-] llet come alluding to uelcome, is exceeding right and proper here in Tibult's mouth, whose droll character is well supported throughout the play, Sympson.

Purld.] Perhaps from the French word perlë, rough, rugged, not smooth. Cotgrave's Dictionary. R.

Box

Box of boar's-grease. Why do you make such Alb. What are ye? speak!
And hand your swords?

[faces, Are

ye

alive? or wandring shadows, Alb. Who would ye fight with, gentlenen? That' find no peace on earth, till ye reveal Wh' has done ye wrong? for shame, be better Some hidden secret? temperd!

sties, Seb. We are inen as you are, No sooner come to give thanks for our safe- Only our miseries make us seem monsters. But we inust raise new civil broils amongst us, If ever pity dwelt in noble hearts-Inflame those angry powers, to shower new Alb. We understand 'em too! Pray mark vengeance on us: murs, 'em, gentlemen!

[charity; What can we expect for these unmanly mur- Seb. Or that Heaven's pleas'd with human These strong temptations of their holy pities, If ever ye have heard the nanie of friendship, But plagues in another kind, a fuller, só Or sutlerod in yourselves the least a lictions; dreadtul

Have gentle faihers that have bred ye tenThat the singing storms are slumbers to it? derly,

(tunes; Tib. Be men, and rule your minds ! And niothers that have

wept for

your misfor If you will needs fight, gentlemen,

Have mercy on our miseries! And think to raise new riches by your va- Alb. Stand up, wretches. lours,

Speak boldly, and have release! Have at ye! I have little else to do now; Nicusa. If ye be Christians, I have said my prayers. You say you have lost, And by that blessed name bound to relieve us, And make your loss your quarrel, [ter,

Convey us from this island! And grumble at my captain here, and th’mas- Alb. Speak! what are ve? [more, Two worthy persons, indeed too worthy for Seb. As you are, genule born; to tell yé such rascals,

Were but to number up our own calamities, Thou galloon gallant, and Mammon you And turn your eyes wild with perpetual That build on golden mountains! thou mo- weepinys, ney-maggot!

[miserable. These many years in this most wretched island Come, all draw your swords! Ye say ye're We two have liv'd, the scorn and game of AB. Nay, hold, good Tibalt!

fortune: Tib. Captain, let ine correct 'em - Bless yourselves from it, noble gentlemen! I'll make ye ten times worse! I will not Thegreatestplagues that human nature suffers leave 'em

[eating; Are seated here, wilduess and wants innuFor look ye, fighting's as nourishing to me as

merable! I was born quarrelling.

Alb. How came ye hither? Muster. Pray, sir!

['ein! Nicusa. In a ship, as you do, and (as you Tib. I will not leave 'em skins to cover might have been,

noble tise) Do you grumble when ye are well, ye rogues ? Had not Heav'n preserv'd ye for some more Master. Noble Du-Pont!

Wreckt desperately; our men and all conTib. Ye have cloaths now, and

ye prate. sum'd, Aminta. Pray, gentlemen, for my sake, he But we two, that still live, and spin ont at peace!

The thin and ragged threads of our misforLet it become me to make all friends!

Alb. Is there no meat above ? (tunes. Fran. You've stopt our angers, lady:

Seb. Nor meat nor quiet: Alb, This shews noble. sa biscuit; No summer here, to promise any thing ;

Tib. 'Tis well; 'tis very well! There's half Nor autumn, to make full the reapers' hands; Break it amongst ye all, and thankiny bounty. The earth, obdurate to the tears of Heav'll, This is cloaths and plate too; come, no more

Lets nothing shoot but poison'd weeds; quarrelling!

No rivers, nor no pleasant groves, no beasts: Aminta. But ba! what things are these? All that were made for man's use fly this deAre they human creatures?

sart;

No airy fowl dares make his flight o'er it,
Enter Sebustian and Nicusa.
It is so ominous.

[ture, Tib. I've heard of sea-calves.

Serpents, and ugly things, the shames of NaAlb. They're no shadows sure;

Roots of malignant tastes, foul standing waThey've legs and arms.

ters : Tib. They hang but lightly on tho'. [faces? Sometimes we find a fulsome sea-root, Aminto. How they look! Are they men's And that's a delicate; a rat sometimes,

Tib. They have horse-tails growing to 'ein, And that we bunt like princes in their pleaGoodly long mancs.

SurC;

[quet. Amintu. 'Las, what sunk eyes they have! And when we take a toad, we make a banHow they are crept in, as if they had been Aminta. For Heav'n's sake, let's aboard! Sure they are wretched men. [frighted! dib. D've know no further?

Tib. Where are their wardrobes? (tiers ! Nicusa. Yes; Look ye, Franville, here are a couple of cour- We've sometimes seen the shadow of a place Aminta. They kneel: alas, poor souls! Inhabited, and heard the noise of hunters,

And

a

[tions,

(all this.

And have attempted to find it: so far as a Nicusa. Away, dear uncle ! river,

[rocks, Seb. This gold Deep, slow, and dangerous, fenced with high Was our o'erthrow. We've gone; but, not able t'atchieve that Nicusa. It may now be our happiness. hazard,

Ereunt. Return'd to our old miseries. If this

Enter Tibalt, pursuing and beating the rest.
Sad story may deserve your pities~
Alb. Ye shall

[ries.

Tib. You shall have gold! yes, I will crain Aboard with us; we will relieve your inise

it int'ye!

(ye. Seb. Nor will we be unthankful for this be- You shall be your own carvers! yes, I'll carve

Mor. I'ın sore: nefit;

I
pray

hear reason!

Tib. I'll hear none : No, gentlemen, we'll pay for our deliverance:

Covetous base minds have no reason. Look, ye that plough the seas for wealth and pleasures,

I'm hurt inyself; but, whilst I have a leg left, That out-run day and night with your ambi- I will so haunt your gilded souls-How d'ye, Look on those heaps! they seem liard ragged captain? quarries;

You bleed apace; curse on the causers on't!

You do not faint?
Remove, and view 'em fully! (jewels!

Master. Oli, lleav'n, they're gold and Alb. No, no; I'm not so happy.
Seb. Be not too hasty! Here lies another Tib. D'ye howl? nay, ye deserve it:
heap.

Base greedy rogues! Come, shall we make an Mor. And here another, all perfect gold!

end of 'em?

[sake, spare 'ein! Alb. Stand further off!

Alb. They are our countrymen; for Heav'n'so You must not be your own carvers.

Alas, they're hurt enough, and they relent now. Lam. We have shares, and deep ones.

Aminta [above). Oh, captain, captain !

Alb. Whose voice is that? Fran. Yes, sir, we will maintain't: ho, fellow-sailors!

Tib. The lady's. Lam. Stand all to your freedoms! I'll have

Aminta. Look, captain, look! you are unFran. And I this.

done: poor captain! Tib. You shall be hang'd first.

We're all undone, all, all! we are all mise

rable! Lum. My losses shall be made good.

[your ship! Fran. So shall mine, or with my sword I'll

Mad wilful men, ye are undone: your ship, do't.

Alb. What of lier? All that will share with us, assist us !

Aminta. She is under sail, and floating; Tib. Captain, let's set in !

See, where she flies! See, to your shames, you Alb. This money will undo us, undo us all. wretches,

[gold! Seb. This gold was thi' overthrow of my

These poor starv'd things that shew'd you happiness:

[Lumure and Franville go up to see the ship. I had command too, when I landed here, 1 Sailor. They have cut the cables, ['ein, And led young, highi, and noble spirits under And got her out; the tide too bas befriended

[their captain,

Muster. Where are the sailors that kept This cursed gold enticing 'em, they set upon

her?

(money, On me that own'd this wealth, and this poor

Bouts. Here, here i'th' mutiny, to take up gentleman;

(own

And!eft no creature; left the boat ashore too: Gave us no few wounds, forc'd us from our This gold, this damu'd enticing gold ! And then their civil swords, who should be

2 Sailor. How the wind drives her, [own lives;

As if it vied to force her from our furies! owners, And whu lords over all, turn'd against their Lum. Come back, good old men ! Firt, in their rage consum'd the ship,

Fran. Good honest men, come back! (That poor part of the ship that scap'd the Tib. The wind's against ye; speak louder! first wreck)

[and careful!

Lam. Ye shall have all your gold again. Next, their lives by heaps: oh, be you wise They see us.

Lam. We'll ha'more: sirrah, come slew it! T'ib. Hold up your hands, and kneel, and
Fran. Or ten times worse afflictions than howl, ye blockheads!
thou speak’st of -

They'll have compassion on ye?
Alb. Nay, an ye will be dogs-[Beats 'em. Yes, yes, 'tis very likely; ye've deserv'd it.
Tib. Let me coine, captain!

D'ye look like dogs now? Are your mighty This golden age must have an iron ending.

Abated ?

[courages Alb. I bleed apace,

Tibalt.
Have at the bunch! (He beats 'em off. Exit.
Aminta. Oh, Albert ! oh, gentlemen! oh,

Tib. Retire, sir;
friends!

Erit.

And make the best use of our miseries! Seb. Come, noble nephew! if we stay They but begin now. here we die:

(th' spoil;

Enter Aminta.
Here rides their ship yet; all are gone to
Let's make a quick use!

Aminta. Are ye alive still?

Alb.

me: